September 8
Our river runs through it.
Radio active pollutions.
The compression on my chest
Is as constant as my pulse to live
My heart is suffocating
To its on beat
As loneliness settles in
Like A fixture that turns on and off at will
Leaking out pharamones
Unable to be kept
Bottled tight
Stranger than these moments
Passing are the simple reflections
Of what life could be
With each quick glance
Shut off valves with conversations
Prime year void of the
Connection between partners
Or desires between lovers
Trace elements of complex
Relationships when eyes meet
Or a hand touches another
Unspoken words
Magic made in love and meals
Up heavel and dismay
I clean to be strong pushing
Through attitudes and misconceptions
And never ending battles
Of obstacles that are life
Just so i can feel the sun
Warm my skin
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